Soaring high above the earth. Wings outstretched. Ascending higher. The clouds beneath me, surrounded by infinity. The blood of my ancestors flowing freely through proud veins. The wind roaring in my ears like waves crashing against jagged rock. Feathers slick with exertion from my overseas flight. I need to rest momentarily. The sun about to

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